Luyện nghe bài hát Super Market

(tyler)
in this fucking line at buying granola bars,
left my members and now this shit gon' have an extra charge,
old bitch in front of me buying a color printer,
tv dinners, tampons, soy paint thinner,
(domo)
so here i am, at the store for chips,
imma pay for with dimes, nickels, and quaters and shit,
and im still high so, im to dip,
but imma cut through the line, to get out of this
(tyler)
what the fuck, who the fuck this gay in fake gucci,
numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus,
hey you, what the you think you doing?
(domo)
nigga you, im just eating ruffles,
got a lot of foo,
so why dont you fucking that stupid look on your face
(tyler)
make me shoot up this place, with lightsabers and guns,
and shoot caps at knee caps to it harder to run,
and put your in some boards and pissy water for fun,
(domo)
im a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half,
look up at the after math blow some fucking hash and
(tyler)
im a fucking ninja and a and im from comptom,
better pick a better option, 'for these nikes get to
chomping at your chord you fat fake kennan thompson,
like a virgin faggot we can get it poppin'
(domo)
i bet you lock and drop it faggot, bitch you aint compton,
dumbo you marry poppin with the piece that gil' was rocking,
i will fucking beat your ass, box through the glass,
ill hit you hookie you skipping class, lee would get the math,
(tyler)
oh really? silly, giving tip drills to nilly,
get them no (?) cuz kiara might kill me,
im grabbing 2 kitchen knives and this ice cube look alike to show you a nigga with attitude,
(domo)
wait i heard about you that other nigga earl,
how you tavel to milan and now it likes gilrs,
ill you, into a fucking basket,
you into a old lady bagging plastic,
hope you get the message ill you into potholes,
and then you up with shells but your used to eating tacos,
(tyler)
oh a joke, domo smoke i heard your album,
like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote,
im insulted shit, somebody grab the charmin,
nevermind these messages monica her armin,
(domo)
swift maids, blades, made of thick incition in em',
red dot his cuz rileys into hinduism,
and who happen to be your listeners,
doobies roll your booty hole know the thruthie bro,
(tyler)
oh a lexus, i drive all that around the himesphere
like all of ex's,
and bet this, im a motherfucking monster, fuck talk and ill stab you with this rocket launcher.
(domo)
I cock the beam back, im aiming for Supreme hats
go to hell i that burn you like green backs
(tyler)
you mean that, you faggot ill get your back and I'll snap it
And strangle you with that fuckin leather
fall, give me everything
im takin all this and fleein the on Rufus
my walrus, bitch, fuck you, im out
(domo)
im high as fuck and I didn't call for all
imma get on my zombie shit wait, my carcass